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studio nights - mbnel lyrics

[intro]
oth*llo on the beat

[verse 1]
let me start it like this, won’t care ’bout sh*t
young n*ggas on the streets had sum by hip
wanna know it’s like this, some shots they missed
10 years later prolly wouldn’t had my kid
rip lil chris, can’t even cry, n*ggas had a feeling it’d be like this
for all them n*ggas he hit [?] you woulda thought he’d be on tip
sh*t on crip, parents touched down in a brand new country we lived in one crib
it was mama, pa’s, my 2 grandmas, my great grandma, my uncle’s 2 sis
finally moved out but we still down the street and my parents fighting to rent in a brand new crib
weren’t used to new sh*t, thrift store runs, missed school bеll had a grand new sh*t (oth*llo on the bеat) (uh)
started hitting l!cks, robbing as a kids, wanted new fits, new lace, new kicks
then sh*t changed started getting that drip started getting new poles, new sticks, new cl!cks
got lil cash, made a lil change now i wanna newer house, new truck, new wrist
now i got a new kid, said f*ck new sh*t, now i’m steady browsing tryna cop me a new crib
late nights in the south we all tweaking on drugs, up all night got poles made tight
then cops put hot wheels all on tip, one tap of the trigger whole card game flip
we was looking for suckers and i ain’t condone it but feet coming out whole house getting hit
that boy was our brother they testing his gangster callin’ him [?] the way that boy snitched (oth*llo on the beat)
we thought he was slime (uh), thought he was slatt, forsholy a snake the way that he switched
it was me and lil cam with them lil revolvers i wish that you had it the day you got hit me
and roy on the missions he knocking ’em b*tches he tried to turn up before he turned himself in
speaking of pens i’m yelling free dino free buddah free leak and free unc out them pens
eighty in fees for [?] adding a b*tch up when i sent it in
‘member sardines and the rice on the side, now it’s ruth chris with the steak and the shrimp
getting advances for all of this rapping a n*gga been doing when he was a kid
thank god that i’m living, it’s truly a blessing for all of the sh*t that a n*gga done did (oth*llo on the beat)
hold up lemme stop, stuck on the block, pop me a pill and my feelings [?]
3 am and it’s hot and i got me the glock i’m tryna record all this sh*t that i drop
call up diego, “what’s up with it sly? i’ma pull up and record what i got”
on the way to the booth had the guys in the coupe when we jump we pull in to the studio spot, aye
[interlude]
bro why are you still calling me bruh you know i’m at the studio bruh this sh*t rented to me hourly bro wassup… bye
aye ‘iego bruh you think you take me down real quick i gotta go do sum, i’mma hit you and get another session or sum brother i gotta do something real quick
aight

[verse 2]
bro boxing the whip sh*t i don’t even smoke opp pack so loud i’m starting to get high
keep carrying no poles ’cause i’m so known boy flipping the cars when they ride by
still flipping them blocks and there now cries everybody gon’ run when they scatter inside
made bands twin glocks and we training our kids one d*mn tin stock on the ladder inside[?]
next day got a show with all my bros at least 5 poles get snuck inside
we all off euros i dare n*gga trick whoever mug any trick getting punched inside
and to top it all off got bros outside who ain’t got id who gotta pose outside
with gold outside got a problem outside be cool or else if he get smoked outside (oth*llo on the beat)
aye sh*t, can’t even trip back on this episode writing this sh*t
we mixing patron with the henny and sh*t, hoes getting close tryna crush me and sh*t
bro still out the pistol tryna shoot us to sh*t, n*ggas calling up skiii tryna shoot a new vid
get brody the keys he [?] with my whip but the high coming down so i’m back to the crib
sh*t matter fact f*ck it i been in my notes, a n*gga been up steady writing depression
i just got a text, she gave me the green, said that it’s good to come get me a session
matter fact f*ck it i been in my notes, a n*gga been up steady writing depression
just got a text, she gave me the green, said that it’s good to come get a session, n*gga (oth*llo on the beat)

- mbnel lyrics

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